Vesuvianite rubbed his eyes, yawning. He hadn't gotten enough sleep during the day today: working the literal graveyard shift at a literal graveyard wore him down sometimes. And then working for the Negaverse on his days off... Ugh, maybe he should get a job run by the Negaverse. Not at that bank that been blown up, obviously, but they probably had something else he could do. Day shift. Good hours and days off so when he did do patrol he wasn't exhausted. He needed to fill quota somehow.
He spent his spare time checking over the database, trying to figure out if there was anything he could do about anything. There was mostly a lot of stuff about Eternal/Knights and Royals, because of course, so there didn't seem to be much he could really deal with.
Until he recognized that dragon guy out and about from the rooftop.
Didn't Langite say he wanted that guy in custody? Maybe... This was something he could do.
He dropped down next to him and brandished his weapon. "Surrender!"
Noir Songbird
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2023 11:32 pm
Daedalus frowned, turning to face the Lieutenant--he was fairly certain that was the rank--who had come to attack him. Well, Langite had said that he would want Daedalus dragged in.
"Mm, no," he said, dryly. Honestly, this wasn't even the most threatening demand to surrender he'd received. The poor man looked exhausted, and he was pointing a bright orange toy at Daedalus. That...no. Absolutely not. If he was going to be captured by the Negaverse and hauled off for Langite's promised torture session, he wanted to at least be captured by someone impressive.
"Progress On."
Quote:
Daedalus speaks the name of his attack, and enemies within a 6 foot radius are suddenly overwhelmed by visions of progress of some kind—social, technological, any kind is possible. These visions are crammed into about 10 seconds, and when they fade, they leave the targets disoriented as they try to parse through what they just saw. The disorientation lingers for about 20 seconds, but can remain longer at player discretion. Daedalus can use this attack three times per battle.
No?! What do you mean, no?! What the heck was this? He wasn't aware this was some kind of superhero story where the bad guys got to be ******** funny. Come on, man!
He raised his chisel, ready to swing it down and smack Daedalus across the face, when—
Ugh. Creepy visions? Come on, man. He couldn't do much about it, though, as he felt trapped in the middle of some futuristic city, things he couldn't comprehend fast enough flying by and making him dizzy. His knees buckled, but he refused to hit the ground.
The visions cleared up almost as fast as they came and he swallowed back a wave of nausea.
"Couldn't you have just, I dunno, punched me?" he moaned, holding his stomach. "That was messed up stuff, man..."
Noir Songbird
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2023 12:05 am
Good. This time, his magic worked, just like it had against Langite. Worked well enough to distract the Lieutenant from hitting him, which was always sort of a win.
Honestly, this whole situation felt like a flashback to a dozen occasions of running from some world or another's police force, never thrilled with whatever rabblerousing Daedalus and his coterie of friends got up to. And it brought sometihng back in him; a lightness that he had missed in himself, an ability to have a little fun with an enemy that felt so familiar.
"Really? You'd prefer I punched you?" He asked, and he grinned. "Well, since you asked so nicely." He was quick on is feet, darting forward to swing his fist at the Lieutenant's face. Daze him and then take off running, and Daedalus would have to hope he could get away.
Vesuvianite really, really should have seen that coming. But alas... he was very, very stupid. He had about a half second to react to the words, bringing his hand up to block the punch, but it still mostly caught him on the jaw and he yelped in pain, blinking hard.
"d**k," he said, swinging his chisel at Daedalus' side. At least maybe he'd be able to do something. Cause a bruise! Please? Come on, universe, work with him here, it wasn't his fault that there was an actual alien invasion happening now that he was fighting against!!
Noir Songbird
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2023 12:41 am
"You're the one trying to extrajudicially arrest me!" Daedalus snapped back. He moved, but not quite far enough, and the plastic...whatever it was smacked into his side. He hissed, and moved to throw another punch, this time aiming for the solar plexus. That was usually sensitive on most bipedal humanoid creatures; some species had stranger anatomy, but humans were, on the whole, built like Daedalans.
He just needed to lay this man out, and get away. And when it was one on one, he could basically guarantee he had more experience with fighting, so it would probably end up swinging his way.
As long as he didn't get unlucky. As long as this Lieutenant didn't get grabby with his starseed, or something else awful like that. But hopefully, this blessed fool with his orange stick wasn't that ruthless.
Vesuvianite would have liked to argue about... whatever extrajudicially arrest meant, but the problem was that he really didn't have much of a clue. Ugh, of course this guy would talk like a cop show. What, did he come to Earth, watch NCIS, and think that's how humans just worked? Stupid aliens!
But the punch caught him off guard and knocked the breath from him. He hit his knees to the ground first, and then the rest of him followed as he wheezed, trying to breath without inhaling asphalt crumbs.
"Jackass," he mumbled feebly.
Noir Songbird
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2023 1:00 am
Daedalus shrugged. He was content to be a jackass, if that was what was necessary. Also, he wasn't exactly new to being judged by people whose opinions he absolutely did not respect, which, well. He was not exactly inclined to respect anyone in the Negaverse. Scavengers, murderers, thieves, all of them, subsumed and blinded by Chaos with no idea what that meant.
"You'll be fine," he said, and then he ducked around the Lieutenant and darted off. He would have to put some distance between them as fast as he could--at least aura sense wasn't precise, so it wasn't like he could be tracked once he was out of view.
It felt like quite the victory, honestly. The first uncomplicated one he'd had since finding himself in Earth's war.
